I'm Just Gonna... -Yoink-

So there was a feast. Yay. Scylla had been to enough feasts with her family and wasn't terribly excited about the revelry. She was far away from home, so she thought she may as well try something new. Something that she wasn't allowed to do at home. So the girl marched up to the tables as though she was going to get another bite to eat, but instead, she pilfered two bottles of wine and ducked under the table, walking the length of it until she was at the end, then she booked it off and into a wooded area nearby.

Scylla wasn't sure if the Elysium wolves were sticklers about underage drinking, but her father certainly was. She fully aimed to take advantage of her time away from home. The long tailed girl settled down in a little clearing and leaned back against a big rock. Comfortable, she placed one bottle aside and uncorked the other. Scylla took a long draw of the drink and almost spat it out. Instead she made a little face, puffed her cheeks out and forced herself to swallow. "Blech," she said aloud, wrinkling her nose and staring at the bottle. She wasn't a quitter though, so she took another drink. The second drink was easier. The third, easier still.

"Scylla"